A/N: I have no idea how this story will play out. I am a fan of happy endings... but I don't know what I'm capable of as as author, hence the creation of this. We'll see how it goes :)

12:30 AM

It was just past midnight, Saturday morning after the double date with Holly - it hadn't gone so well. They had gone to an adults-only Chuck E Cheese thing with alcohol. Jeans, tees, and sneakers. Emma and Holly ended up ditching their dates, and running around the place like children. It was fun while it lasted, she had to admit, but all good things must end.

Particularly this hangover.

She'd only gone a little bit crazy with the drinks.

Having failed hailing a taxi, she was attempting to walk home when red and blues started flashing.

Super.

"Swan?"

Officer Friendly? "Russo? Is that you?"

"Gil, please." He rushed over to her. "Are you alright?"

"That depends." She raised an eyebrow. She thought she did anyway. Hoped she did. "Are you going to arrest me?"

"How about I take you home instead?" She stared at him doubtfully, causing him to laugh. "You know my boss. I can't misbehave."

"Fine." He helped her walk to his cruiser. "But I'm not sitting in the back."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

1:33 AM

An hour later, Emma woke up on the couch. It took her several moments to get her bearings, which involved the fact that she was on her own couch. It took her even longer to realize she had been tucked in with a blanket.

She patted down her pockets gruffly, feeling for her phone, finally finding it and dialing a now-familiar number.

"What.."

"Did you tuck me in?"

"Emma?"

"Who- oh, yes. Emma. Name. Me."

There was a tired laugh on the other end. "Girl. Either you're a lightweight or you drank so much more than I realized."

"Time?"

"Uhm. Just after one-thirty."

"Oh. Sorry." Emma sat up, regretting this decision, but forcing herself to stay that way. "How did I make it home?"

"I dunno, I thought we were hailing cabs."

"I don't think a cabbie would tuck me in."

"Uh-oh. I smell a drunken disaster."

Emma tried opening her eyes, realizing there was a glass of water on her coffee table, next to a pair of pills she recognized as aspirin.

She quickly took them, and a gulp.

"Whoever it was left out a gift."

"Dildo? Weed?"

"Water. Aspirin."

"Helpful. Less entertaining."

Emma set the glass down, and realized there was a note too.

"Hey, note."

"Tell me!"

Emma read it a few times, then groaned.

"Spill."

"Gilbert Russo."

"Who?"

"Officer Friendly."

"Oh. I think you've mentioned him. From the precinct, always takes your skips for you?"

"That's be him."

"At least you know who. Did you have drunk sex?"

"I woke up on the couch, tucked in." She glanced down at herself. "And fully dressed."

"Right. Girl can dream."

Emma pushed away memories of The Dream. "He hopes I feel better, he thinks my lock is broken, he wants to fix it for me."

"That sounds like date material."

"I work with the guy."

"Not really."

"Is it sad that I would rather keep him as Officer Friendly who takes my skips, than Gil the date?"

"Yes. Besides, the status quo has already changed. He's seen you drunk, and been in your apartment."

Emma groaned, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

"I am hanging up now."

"You do that, princess."

Thank you for reading!